Good afternoon from Puteaux.

Drawing of a book with a desk printer on the cover with the title "The printer that simply worked and other fairy tales"

Can you name the song?

Good afternoon from Puteaux.

Seriously? You want to make the bed?

I was reading the packaging at Picard, the French frozen food chain, and came across this: "Cook before eating". Umm ...

Good morning from Puteaux.

Good morning from Puteaux.

The last little speck of gas just disappeared! 🍾

I no longer need these.

Good afternoon from Puteaux.

Good morning from Puteaux.

Primary school crosswalk.

I stopped to smell the lilacs at an allotment garden and the guy cut off a branch for me to take home!

Good morning from Puteaux.

It's been acting up today.

Good morning from Puteaux.

Baked camembert with herbes de Provence and maple syrup (couldn't find the honey), salad with homemade dressing, and still-warm bread from the bakery.

Happy belated birthday. I hope you're feeling well enough now to have celebrated.

Poor Night, reduced to begging for food from a neighbor.

Good afternoon from Puteaux.

Darth Vader.

Good afternoon from Puteaux.

Good afternoon from Puteaux.

#Subtitles are an art and I admire the people who do them. But the person who translated the British "fags" by the slur "fiottes" instead of "clopes" in I Swear (Plus fort que moi) needed to take context into account.

Two new words for me: biblichor, the comforting smell of old books, and vellichor, the strange wistfulness of used bookstores. Formed in the same way as petrichor.

Feed me! #dimanchat